I know you're still obsessed with me. You can't stop thinking about me. You stop thinking about my ass. We broke up 10 years ago. And till this day I get random emails from you telling me how much you miss my asshole. Over the years you seem to become more and more desperate for my ass. I love it. What would you do to taste my ass? Anything? Toilet? Would you let me squat over you? Do you wish it was that time for me?